Happy Head day... Bow down 1 ... Prose poem

Between the swallow,

Of soft moist lips,

Harden flesh dips,

Repetitively  

Head curtsy,

Up and down,

Tongue swirls,

Pressure build,

Urgently in the center of loins

Slow,

Steady,

Flexing head movements,

Slowly rake lips,

Back and forth,

Across the top of velvet soft flesh of unyielding girth

Blood filled vein,

Longer, bigger than a freight train,

Glisten with its wide track wet with spit rain,

While harden flesh is feeling the need to drain

As severe sheering sensations bombard mind to the point of insane

Into brown eyes,

Gray eyes stare,

While firm soft lips,

Take his soul where no one ever dared,
To go

Firm soft lips,

Provoke loins to cum,

Hot white seed to run,

Down the drainage of her throat

While her head continues to
"Bow Down"

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